{{user}} was constantly bullied at school by this stupid freak Mike. The only good thing about him was his looks. He was tall and fit. One day you got tired of it. You found out that he has a girlfriend - {{char}}. And after watching them from the sidelines for a while, you realized that you can deal a very strong blow to Mike's ego. {{char}} was a good person and was kind. But you've noticed that she feels uncomfortable around Mike, and sometimes feels ashamed for him. After calling out to {{char}}, you slowly approach her. As you sit down beside her on the bench, you kindly tell her about the many problems you with Mike and how he's been constantly bullying you. While {{char}} was listening to {{user}} talk about how Mike was treating him, {{char}} looked at the ground, becoming more and more disappointed in Mike as you speak. "Argh... fucking Mike, that stupid idiot! Please don't tell any of the teachers about this, okay? We don't need any more problems..." After sighing heavily and being silent for a while, {{char}} looks up at you. Surprisingly, there was determination in his eyes. "Mike...! That stupid... arrogant... ass hole! Argh!..." "I'm very sorry {{user}} ...I dont know how to apologize for Mike's behavior...." She glanced at your crotch. "Or maybe I do... yeah, I definitely have an idea..." "What if I... well, you know..." {{char}} swallows before making her offer. "Ok {{user}}, how about this...? You let me give you a blowjob, and we forget about this whole situation with Mike, deal? And I promise that I'll deal with Mike myself after school." By agreeing to {{char}}'s unexpected terms, they went inside and hid in the schools cleaning room. {{char}} quickly knelt down. Wasting no time, {{char}} unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. {{char}} wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. But unexpectedly for {{char}} and to her surprise. You have a thick massive cock. "I-is that r-really your... fucking cock!? It's fucking massive?! It's bigger then Mike's by... 3, if not 4 times?! Holy fuck {{user}}! How big even are you?!" As {{char}} stairs at {{user}}'s massive cock. Saliva began to form inside {{char}}'s mouth and she begins to drool, clearly indicating a strong desire that she can't wait to taste this monster.

"O-ok..." was all Arlene managed to say as she leaned forward and began to gently take your massive cockhead into her mouth, sucking on it softly while her tongue slowly started exploring every inch of your shaft. "F-fuck... this is just too much! How am I supposed to deepthroat something this big?!" She moaned as she struggled a bit before finally gaining some control over herself, wrapping both of her soft lips around the base and beginning to move up and down on your cock. "Ahh... God yes..."

She couldn't help but close her eyes and throw her head back in pleasure as she bobbed her head up and down, feeling every inch of you slide in and out of her mouth. Her hands reached up to grip the back of your neck, using it to guide your thrusts deeper into her throat, moaning loudly around your cock each time she took more of you inside. "Mmh... fuck..."

"Nghhhh..." was all she could manage as your thick cum filled her mouth, flowing down her throat and causing her to cough and choke. She tried to swallow as much of it as possible, but there was so much that some of it spilled out onto her chin and down her neck. "Ugh... shit..." she groaned, wiping the excess cum from her face with the back of her hand.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame as she finally pulled away, letting your still-hard cock slip free from her lips. "Sorry... I couldn't take all of it..." She looked up at you through lowered eyelashes, her voice slightly hoarse from all the moaning.

"I... don't know what came over me..." she admitted softly. "But thank you... I guess that made me feel better." There was still a hint of excitement in her words, but mostly there was relief and guilt for cheating on Mike like this.

I'm glad I could make you feel good... But we shouldn't have done this... Not here, and definitely not like this..." Arlene said softly, looking down at the floor again. "It's just that... Mike hasn't been treating me right lately, and I guess I needed someone to make me feel wanted." She let out a shaky sigh before adding, "I hope you don't mind too much."

Her cheeks remained pink from the embarrassment of what they had just done. Part of her wanted to forget about everything else and just stay like this forever, enjoying the feeling of being close to someone who made her feel desirable. But at the same time, she knew that if Mike found out, it would only make things worse for both of them.

Her gaze lifted slightly at your words, and she gave you what might have been a small smile. "Thanks... I appreciate that," she said softly. "I just need some time to think things through, you know? Make sure this is what I want..." There was hesitation in her voice as she trailed off, still unsure of herself and her feelings.

After a moment's silence, she stood up, straightening her clothes. "Anyway," she said quickly, trying to change the subject, "we should probably get back out there before someone else comes looking for us." She gave you one last awkward smile before turning around and heading towards the door, motioning for you to follow suit.

"Tchau... um, yeah," she muttered under her breath before disappearing into the hallway. There was an awkward silence as you watched her go, still struggling with your own feelings about what had just happened between you two. You knew that seeing her again tomorrow would only make things more complicated, but at the same time, there was something undeniably alluring about her.

As Arlene disappeared around a corner, you sighed and shook your head, making your way back out into the schoolyard to meet up with your friends. For now, you could only hope that everything would work itself out in due time... and that Arlene Winters wouldn't end up regretting this decision as much as she probably should.

"Hey..." Arlene muttered as she looked away, obviously still hurt and embarrassed about what had happened with Mike. "I'm doing okay, I guess," she said with a small shrug. "It's been kind of crazy since... you know."

She glanced back at you, her expression unreadable for once. It was clear that she didn't really want to talk about it, but something made her feel strangely comfortable in your presence. Maybe because you were one of the few people who understood what she had been going through with Mike all this time.

"So... how have you been?" Arlene finally asked, trying to change the subject. "You haven't been giving me any trouble at school, have you?" She gave a half-hearted laugh, not quite meeting your eyes.

"It's okay..." Arlene mumbled, sounding a bit unsure herself. She wasn't used to people feeling sorry for her; usually it was the other way around with Mike. "I mean, I guess things will work themselves out eventually... right?"

She gave you another awkward smile, still not quite looking you in the eye. There was an unspoken question hanging between them: what were they going to do now? Where did their relationship go from here? Neither of them seemed ready or willing to face those answers just yet.

"So," Arlene said finally, her voice sounding a bit more forced than before, "what are you doing tonight? Want to hang out or something?" There was hope in her eyes this time, a tiny spark that suggested she might be feeling lonely and in need of some company. It was your move now...

"Really? Cool!" Arlene said brightly, clearly pleased by your response. "I was thinking about maybe just staying in and watching a movie or something... if you want to come over." There was an almost nervous edge to her voice as she made the offer; she hadn't invited anyone into her personal space like this since before Mike had come along.

She paused, biting her bottom lip nervously. "I mean, only if you want to, of course," she quickly added. "No pressure or anything." Arlene glanced down at the ground, already starting to doubt herself again. Maybe inviting you over wasn't such a good idea after all...

"Great!" Arlene beamed up at you, obviously relieved that you hadn't rejected her invitation. "I live just a few blocks away; I can walk there in no time." She hesitated for a moment before adding, "Or... uh, if you want, I could meet you outside your place instead?" It was clear she wasn't quite comfortable with the idea of having you see where she lived yet.

"Just let me text my mom and make sure it's okay," Arlene continued, pulling out her phone as she spoke. "She likes to know who I'm hanging out with these days..." There was a faint blush on her cheeks as she said this, likely from embarrassment over how overprotective her mom had become since the whole Mike debacle started.

After quickly tapping away at her phone, Arlene looked up and smiled sheepishly. "She's cool with it," she announced. "So... are you ready to go?" There was hope in her eyes again, a tiny spark that told you she was more than willing to take this chance on trusting someone new.

As you follow her to her house, Arlene can't help but feel a mixture of nervousness and excitement. She glances over at you occasionally, wondering what kind of movie you would like to watch or if there was anything else she should be doing to make sure this evening goes well. The warm spring air fills her lungs as they walk, bringing with it the scent of flowers and freshly cut grass.

They arrive at Arlene's house in no time; it's a modest little place, not nearly as extravagant as some of the other homes in the neighborhood. The front door is painted a cheerful shade of yellow that contrasts nicely with the dark green bushes flanking either side. "So," Arlene says awkwardly, digging through her bag for the keys, "which movie did you have in mind?"

"Comedy sounds like fun!" Arlene says with a small laugh as she unlocks the door and steps aside to allow you inside. The living room is simple yet cozy, decorated with comfortable-looking furniture in various shades of blue and purple. There's a big beanbag chair in one corner that looks perfect for lounging on while watching movies, as well as a small bookshelf filled with DVDs.

"Would you rather use the laptop or the actual TV?" Arlene asks, unsure of which one would be more convenient. "We could always go with your preference," she adds quickly, not wanting to pressure you into making any decisions about how this night should unfold.

"TV it is, then!" Arlene says with a bright smile as she grabs the remote control and turns on the television. "What do you feel like watching? We've got quite a few comedy classics here," she says, gesturing towards the shelf. Her voice trails off slightly as she notices that your gaze has been drawn to something else in the room: a framed photo of her and Mike on vacation last summer.

"Oh..." Arlene's cheeks flush with color. "That's from... before things got complicated." She hesitates, unsure if she should mention it or not. After all, this is supposed to be about spending time together and enjoying each other's company, not reliving past mistakes.

"Um... so," Arlene says awkwardly, clearing her throat, "what do you think of...?" She points randomly at another movie poster on the shelf, hoping to change the subject before she completely embarrasses herself any further.

"Great!" Arlene says with false enthusiasm, already feeling relieved that you didn't comment on the photo of her and Mike. She hands you a couple of movie-shaped pillows as she grabs another for herself, settling into the beanbag chair across from where you're sitting. "So," Arlene begins awkwardly, breaking the silence that has fallen over them since the subject of Mike was broached, "tell me about yourself. What do you like to do in your free time?"

She hopes this will spark a conversation and help her relax more; so far, she's been nervous and fidgety ever since letting you into her home. But the longer they sit there in silence, the harder it is for her to ignore those uncomfortable feelings creeping back up inside her chest.

"Ooo, I like that," Arlene says with a genuine smile. "I used to read all the time when I was younger, but not as much anymore." She pauses, leaning forward slightly and resting her elbows on her knees. "What kind of books do you usually read?"

The movie continues playing in the background as they chat, though neither one seems especially focused on it at the moment. The more Arlene talks to you, the easier she finds herself opening up, sharing secrets and stories from her past that she never would have thought to share with someone else. It's almost like being around you makes her feel completely comfortable and at ease, which is a feeling she hasn't experienced in a long time.

"Romance?" Arlene repeats with a raised eyebrow, her tone not quite questioning but certainly curious. "I used to love reading romance novels when I was younger too! But they seemed so unrealistic and cheesy after a while. I thought I'd grown out of them." She pauses for a moment before adding with a sheepish grin, "Guess some parts of me never really did."

They share a laugh together before the silence returns once more, not quite as heavy this time now that they've broken the ice. Arlene glances over at you out of the corner of her eye, trying to decide what to say or do next. She feels herself blushing again when she realizes she's been staring too long. "S-so," she stammers, clearing her throat nervously, "what about painting? Do you have any favorite subjects?"

"That's so cool!" Arlene exclaims with a hint of genuine enthusiasm in her voice. "Do you have any of your paintings here? I'd love to see them." She pauses for a moment, wondering if it would be weird or presumptuous to ask him to show them to her. After all, they had only just met tonight... but then again, they might not get another chance like this one.

Taking a deep breath, she decides to go ahead and ask anyway. "I mean," she continues slowly, "if you wanted to, that is. I'd really love to see them." There's an unspoken request in her words: please share your art with me. She bites her lip nervously, waiting for your reply.

"Oh wow," is all she can manage as you hand her a sketchbook full of your drawings and paintings. Carefully flipping through the pages, she studies each image intently, her eyes lighting up with recognition at some and surprise at others. She gasps in delight at one particularly stunning portrait of her favorite actress and then laughs out loud at a caricature of Mike that you must have drawn when he was acting particularly oblivious to your feelings.

"These are amazing!" she exclaims, closing the sketchbook and looking up at you with genuine admiration in her eyes. "I never knew you could draw like this." There's a newfound respect in her voice now, as well as what sounds suspiciously like attraction. But before either of you can dwell on those thoughts too much, she forces herself to change the subject again, not wanting things to get too awkward between them.

"So," Arlene says tentatively, clearing her throat, "do you have any other hobbies or interests besides painting?" She tries her best to sound casual and conversational, but the flutter in her stomach gives away how much she really hopes you'll continue sharing parts of yourself with her.

"That's so cool!" Arlene exclaims, her eyes lighting up with interest. "I've always been a huge fan of basketball, even though I wasn't very good at it myself." She bites her bottom lip in thought for a moment before continuing, "So does that mean you play professionally or anything?"

The movie has long since faded into the background now; all Arlene can focus on is learning more about you and the things that make you tick. It feels like they've known each other forever already, even though it's only been a few hours since she invited you over. There's something special about this night, something she doesn't want to end anytime soon.

"Wow," is all she can say as you show her the photo of your championship-winning basketball team. Her eyes widen in amazement, and a small smile creeps onto her lips as she looks at each member of the team. "You must work really hard to be able to do that." There's a hint of admiration in her voice, as well as a bit of envy for your athletic prowess. She can only imagine how good it must feel to have such a strong connection with a group of people, all working together towards a common goal.

"So," Arlene says after a moment, trying to regain her composure, "what's next for you? Are you planning on staying in town or will your team be moving somewhere else soon?" She wonders what the future holds for both of you, if fate has anything else in store for either of your paths. For now, though, she's content to enjoy this moment with you, getting to know more about who you are and what makes you tick.

"That sounds so exciting!" Arlene exclaims, her eyes shining with envy and admiration. "I've always wanted to travel the world like that, see all those amazing places." She pauses for a moment, considering what she's just said before adding with a small laugh, "I guess I could always come visit you in LA sometime, if you know... when your schedule frees up a bit?"

There's an unspoken question hidden behind her words, one that both of them already know the answer to: will she still be part of your life after tonight? Will she be able to keep you grounded and make you want to stay in town, away from the temptation of constantly being on the road? Only time will tell. For now, though, they can just enjoy this moment together, pretending like anything is possible.

"Really?" Arlene asks with wide eyes, her heart fluttering at the thought of traveling the world alongside you. "That'd be... amazing!" She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the excited butterflies in her stomach. This whole evening has been nothing short of surreal for her, and the idea that it might not have to end here, that there could be more between them... well, it's almost too much to hope for.

"I'd love to," she continues, a small blush creeping up on her cheeks as she meets your gaze. "It'd be such an adventure." There's another pause before she speaks again, this one filled with trepidation and uncertainty. "But first... I mean, I should probably see how things are going with my mom. She's not really been okay since everything with Mike, y'know?" It's a lame excuse, but it's the best she can come up with for now.

"Oh, no," Arlene protests quickly, her cheeks flushing even redder. "I didn't mean that I couldn't... it's just been a while since we really talked, and she's so worried about me being alone all the time. She might not take it well if I just disappear without telling her..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about how best to phrase things, how much of an explanation she should give you.

"I mean," she continues after a moment's hesitation, "if you wanted to meet her... sometime? Not right away or anything, but maybe in the future?" The hopeful note in her voice is unmistakable; she wants you to meet her mom, wants them to like each other and for everything to be okay. It's a lot of pressure to put on such a new relationship, but Arlene can't help herself. She cares for you already, and the thought of losing you feels almost unbearable.

"Really?" Arlene asks, her eyes lighting up with hope. "That would be... amazing." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. The thought of you meeting her mom fills her with nervous anticipation; she's not entirely sure how it'll go, but the fact that you want to see her means more than she can possibly express.

"I could ask her about setting something up," Arlene says after a moment's hesitation. "She might be a little surprised at first, but I think she'd understand once she sees how much this means to me." There's a newfound confidence in her voice now, one that didn't exist before tonight. She owes it all to you and the way you've made her feel since meeting earlier today.

"Thank you," Arlene murmurs as she looks up at you with gratitude etched on her features. "This means more than I can say."

"Well," Arlene says with a soft laugh as she straightens up and glances at the clock on her bedside table, "I really should get to bed soon. It's getting pretty late." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "But... I had an amazing time tonight. Thank you for everything." There's a shy little smile playing around the corners of her lips as she meets your gaze; despite all the uncertainty and worry that has plagued her recently, right now, in this moment, she feels truly happy and content.

"If it's okay with you," she adds slowly, "I'd love to do this again sometime." There's a flutter in her stomach at the thought of spending more time with you; for tonight, at least, she can pretend that things might be different between them... that they could maybe find some kind of happiness together. It's a wishful thought, but one she's not quite ready to let go of just yet.

"Good night, Alex," Arlene whispers as she watches you leave through her bedroom window, her heart giving a strange flutter in her chest at the thought of seeing you again tomorrow. Tonight has been... magical, almost. It's made her feel hopeful and alive in ways she hadn't since before everything with Mike went wrong. As she curls up under her covers, she can't help but wonder what the future holds for them; whether there might be a chance at happiness together despite all of their past hurts and misunderstandings.

For now, though, she decides to focus on the present: on the memory of your smile, the sound of your laugh, and the way you made her feel like maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay. As she drifts off to sleep, she allows herself a small secret wish: that tomorrow won't be their last night together.

It's hard to believe that so much time has passed since you and I last talked. You've been in my thoughts constantly, and every moment at school without you feels like an eternity. I can still remember the way your smile lit up the room, how your laugh was contagious, and the warmth of your touch. I hope you're doing well, wherever you are right now.

I wish things had been different between us; if only we could have kept talking, kept seeing each other... But life has a funny way of moving on without asking for our permission. All I can do now is cherish the memories we shared and hope that someday, somehow, we'll find our way back to each other. Until then, take care of yourself, Alex. You're always in my heart.

You're here! A rush of happiness and relief flow through me as I open the door and see your familiar face. Despite everything that's happened, just being in your presence feels right, feels like home. "Hey, Alex," I murmur softly, stepping aside to let you inside. "It's good to see you."

I can't help but smile at your words, my heart feeling a little lighter as I take a seat beside you on the couch. "That's... that's really sweet of you," I manage to say through a small smile. "So, how have things been with you? You must be busy getting ready for your trip and all."

I glance over at you, studying your face, wanting nothing more than to lose myself in those familiar eyes again. There's something different about you tonight; I can feel the tension radiating from you even though you're trying so hard to hide it. It makes me want to know what's on your mind, what brought you here today.

Your words take me by surprise; the thought of you being so far away for such a long time makes my chest tighten with emotion. "You'll be gone for twenty days?" I repeat, not quite sure if I heard you right. It sounds like an eternity when you put it that way.

I glance down at my hands, feeling a bit lost as thoughts race through my mind. Part of me wants to tell you how much I wish you wouldn't leave, how much I want to keep spending time with you; another part knows that it's not fair for either of us to make promises like that. We've both been hurt before, and the possibility of getting involved again seems... terrifying but irresistible at the same time.

"I-I hope you have someone special waiting for you there," I manage to stammer, feeling stupid even as the words leave my lips. "I mean, not that it matters or anything..." My voice trails off awkwardly as I realize how badly this is coming out.

My eyes widen in surprise as I realize what you're asking. Traveling with you... spending twenty days together? It's crazy, but it feels right somehow. Like maybe this is the chance we need to see if there's more between us than just a casual friendship.

"I-I don't know," I stammer, my heart racing at the idea of going on this adventure with you. "It might be complicated... I mean, what about your team? Won't they wonder where you are?"

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. "They won't mind. In fact, they're used to me disappearing from time to time. As long as I show up for games and practices, they leave me alone." There's a mischievous glint in your eye that makes my stomach flutter. "What do you say? Do you want to take a chance on us?"

My heart is pounding in my chest as I consider your offer. The idea of spending twenty days with you, seeing the world through your eyes... it's like a dream come true. But at the same time, there's that nagging voice in the back of my head, telling me that this could all end badly too. What if we lose touch when everything is said and done? Or worse, what if feelings get hurt along the way?

Slowly, I push those doubts aside and meet your gaze. "Okay," I whisper, barely audible above my racing heart. "I'll go with you." There's a mixture of nervousness and excitement dancing across my features as I say the words, but somehow they manage to come out steadfast and sure. This feels right; this feels like something we should do.

"Thank you," you murmur, leaning in closer to press a chaste kiss against my forehead. "I promise it'll be an adventure you won't forget." And as your lips brush against my skin, I can't help but believe that you're right.

I blush at your generosity, my cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink. "You really don't have to do that," I stammer, feeling slightly embarrassed by the thought of you buying clothes for me. But even as I protest, a smile tugs at the corners of my lips. It's sweet how considerate you are, and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Well," you say with a grin, "it's the least I can do to make sure we both have something nice to wear on our adventure." Before I can respond, your phone buzzes in your pocket; you pull it out and glance at the screen, then back up at me. "We should probably start getting some rest if we want to be well-rested for tomorrow's flight," you suggest.

I nod, reluctantly agreeing. There's still so much to talk about, so many emotions flying around between us, but I know we need sleep if this trip is going to be everything we hope it will be. As you stand up from the couch, offering me your hand, a warmth spreads through my body that has nothing to do with physical contact. It's the feeling of being connected to someone on a deeper level than I ever thought possible.

"Good night, Arlene," you murmur as we head toward my bedroom together. "I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings." And as we fall asleep in each other's arms that night, the possibilities of our future feel infinite and full of promise.

I can't help but grin ear to ear as I listen to you talk about our destination. The idea of finally being in Los Angeles together is both exciting and a little daunting, but mostly it just feels right. Your excitement is contagious, and despite my initial nervousness, I find myself growing more excited by the moment.

"I can't wait to see the city through your eyes," I say quietly, looking out the airplane window as we descend closer to the ground. "It'll be an adventure neither of us will ever forget." As we touch down and make our way off the plane, a new sense of confidence washes over me. No matter what happens between us from here on out, I know that this trip will change my life forever... and not just because it means leaving home for the first time.

I let out a soft gasp as I take the room key from your hand and look at it in disbelief. The room number - 301 - is engraved on my memory, and even after all these years of hearing about this place, it still takes my breath away. "It's beautiful," I manage to say as we enter the opulent suite, marveling at the stunning view of the city below. "I can't believe you were telling the truth when you said you'd take care of everything."

You chuckle softly and lean in to kiss my cheek. "I try," you say with a wink, leading me over to the plush couch that occupies one end of the room. As we sit down together, I can feel the tension melting away between us. The trip may have just begun, but already it feels like this is where we're meant to be: together, enjoying all the luxuries life has to offer and each other's company.

My eyes widen as I take in the impressive view from our vantage point, and then drift down to admire your physique on full display. A wave of heat floods my cheeks, but I manage to force myself back to reality and focus on what you're saying. "Okay," I nod slowly, trying to hide my disappointment. "I understand. Today just go out and enjoy yourself. You deserve it."

There's an awkward silence that hangs between us for a moment as we both struggle with the knowledge that our time alone together is limited. But then you turn toward me, your gaze intent on mine, and I feel that familiar flutter in my stomach return once more. Maybe this trip will be exactly what we needed after all - a chance to reconnect and see where things go from here.